The monster inside me
is ready to flutter
in long flame
that filled my veins with desire to explode
in long flame
that overwhelm me.
I will incarnate in a new ideal
From the remains collected,
I will construct a dream,
a way that to follow.
But here he comes
He comes and dry me ,
strangle me,
breaks me
again
and absorbs me from every will
to hold him inside me .
From the remains of my broken
he will make a knew consuming fire
and I will incarnate again
in another ideal
another dream
in which light the fire road I will follow.
And I’m waiting with frightened
for the “new” me
and for the monster
to come again
to give me a new ideal
a new dream ,
another road to follow.
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POEMS (English version)
PoetryHere are some translated poems from my native language in English .it's not a easy thing ,cause i wanted to keep the same melody of verse and also to keep the same meaning of it . If there are grammatical errors please don't be so hard on me . I...
